The traffic was backed up for miles when she arrived and curious she’d left her vehicle and joined the crowd at the bridges edge.
At first, she’d been confused, someone was sitting in the middle of the bridge on an upturned milk crate. Why didn’t they just move them along? There was absolutely no excuse to allow one selfish individual to hold up the morning rush hour.
It was only as she pushed herself to the front that she realised something wasn’t right and she’d heard the murmurings.
Momentarily she stared, then she bowed her head and joined his vigil.
© NopeNotPam
Oh Deb, you’ve left us hanging here. Fantastic story
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I like open ended stories, let’s the reader fill in the blanks
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A lot of emotional impact in just a few words
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I was just stumbling around 🙂
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lol teaser, need another episode to see what they were praying for 🙂
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We’ll have to wait for another bridge I guess 😃
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lol very funny, I’ll have to post a prompt just for you 🙂
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You might not like the conclusion 😀
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let me sleep on that 🙂
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Thus we mourn passing another bridge…
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🥺
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I thought it might be linked to the recent cow… 🙂
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Perhaps 😀
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